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[lyrichi]

random ass scenario time!!!!!!!!!!! 1!1!1!!!1!1!

okay so. I know the majority of us losers are socially awkward... not me protecting onto y'all

ANYWAY what if when mc first came down to the devildom they were like super quiet and standoffish

so instead of trying to do whatever happens in the cannon and getting mammon's pact within 48 hours of knowing hell existed, they just kind of existed with their arms folded up to their chest & a deer in headlights look

introvert CENTRAL

kind of inserting myself like a dweeb here but like, that combined w being zoned out and getting teary eyed every half an hour or so

"hey, are you alright?"

"Huh- Oh oh, yeah yeah yeah I'm good.." (don't cry don't cry don't cry don't cry--)

me fr fr

what about like...

mc sitting at the table for the fist dinner eating very slowly and w small bites even tho they're not hungry but they don't wanna be rude

OH THEN THEN

mc gets comfortable and completely switches up (gets adopted by all the extroverts)

imagine the bros hearing mc swear for the first time

"bitch I fucking swear-"

"WOAH--"

dhehehehe

freak ass introvert mc getting comfortable w the bros and/or the other chrs is my favorite thing

just like

HoL gc: they were talking about new emojis

belphie: 🫃

mc: you in 9 months

mammon: 😨

asmo: woah

yeah idfk this is very self indulgent

[imaginariumwanderer]

Another one

[kidokear]

He would. He totally would.

[buggbuzz]

guess who made an enasona and had WAY too much fun with it

[starmocha]

Laying flat on your stomach on Caleb's back, arms around his neck, as he does push-ups. Just. All giggly, because he likes making you laugh and proving that he can comfortably do the exercise even with your entire weight on him.

Laying under him to receive kisses as he goes down. He smirks and goes down slowly. One (kiss). Two (kiss). Three (kiss). Four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, ten, eleventwelvethirteenfourteenfifteen—

He laughs when you're red-faced and breathless, still in shock by the sudden change in pacing and his relentlessly quick successive kisses. "What's the matter?" He asks, already knowing the answer, "Did you forget how to count, pipsqueak?"

Laying on top of Caleb after his exercise is done. You rest on his chest, listening to his heart. It's beating so fast, you tell him.

"It is," he agrees, holding you tighter to him. He doesn't let you leave. "Stay with me. Like this. Let me recharge."

[dumplingsjinson]

List of “sweet and intimate actions which make me go feral and have me folding like a folding chair” prompts 

Character B carding their fingers through Character A’s hair and playing with the strands.

Character B peeling back the neck of Character A’s turtle neck sweater to trail gentle kisses down their neck. (This!! It is so hot, and it's everything I didn't know I needed until now, and I cannot stop thinking about it wlkfnlkwe)

Character B placing their arm around Character A’s waist while in public, resting their chin on Character A’s shoulder. “Hello,” they say in a teasing tone as Character A tries to grab ahold of their hand to keep it there but fails a few times before successfully doing so. 

Leaning against each other while in public.

Spooning and back hugs.

Character B letting Character A rest their head on their chest; lets them listen to their heart beat. 

Character B whispering sweet nothings into Character A’s ear.

Character B checking in on Character A to make sure they’re comfortable and okay with the way things are going; to make sure they’re not being too much. “You’re not,” Character A would reassure, repositioning themselves to get closer to Character B.

Just cuddles and snuggles in general.

Neck kisses.

Kisses littered all over the face. (!!! It's one thing to read about it and one thing to experience it wlejbfewljn)

Character B tucking Character A’s head under their chin while they’re cuddling.

Character B nuzzling their neck and breathing in Character A’s scent/fragrance, and commenting on how nice they smell.

Character B making sure Character A gets home safe by driving them home.

Character A telling Character B to message them when they get back home safe, and once Character B gets home, they follow through by sending a message to let Character A know they’ve gotten back home safe.

Taking naps together, from day till night, waking up every now and then to get more snuggles in. 

That soft exhalation of adoring laughter leaving Character B’s mouth after kissing Character A (this shit had me folding so fucking hard it’s not even funny. I Am Weak). 

That soft exhalation of laughter once again just because Character B is so content with having Character A in their presence, and Character A just basking in how cute that sound is and how happy it makes them. 

Character B entangling their legs with Character A’s, pressing their bodies flush against each other’s, leaving little to no space between them. (It’s almost like they can’t get enough of Character A.) 

Kissing so many times, to the point where they lose track of how many times they’ve kissed already. 

Holding hands and lacing their fingers together while they’re cuddling.

Comparing hand sizes and giggling about it together.

Character B stroking Character A’s hair while they’re asleep. (Or uh, pretends to be asleep DJSKKSKDSK but it’s so FUCKING CUTE WHEN HE DID THAT IM GONNA SCREAM, me thinking moments like these only happen in Korean dramas or some shit anfkakfksk-)

The sweet little banters in between; Character B being all cheesy and Character A playfully deflecting their comments only for Character B to playfully push back with an “Is something wrong with that?” or “But I’m not lying.”

Falling asleep in each other’s arms, both not wanting to leave the bed for the entire day and wanting to stay comfortably snuggled up against each other instead.

Character B placing their hands on Character A’s shoulders, and Character A, with a grin on their face, gently grabs Character B’s hands and wraps their arms around their neck while leaning back into them. Character B reciprocates by hugging them closer to them.

The soft noises of content Character A makes when they snuggle closer to Character B, or when they want Character B to hold them closer to them, with Character B happily obliging. 

Character B rubbing their cheek against Character A’s.

Character B trying to not wake Character A up because they look so comfortable when sleeping. (His words, not mine.) 

Soft, repeated pecks on the lips, causing Character A to laugh/smile against Character B’s lips. 

[catastrxblues]

i love ao3 but tumblr fanfics just hit different 😩😩

[hermit-frog]

(…) the creature before him, this thing that looked human and sounded human but was not. (…) this being like a great insect, a monstrous evil predator who had devoured a million human lives. (…) it was ghastly and awful and loathsome, and beautiful all at the same time.

[itzprismosblog]

I think this might be one of my fave extras😭❤️ (Nene just like me fr)

[miedei]

moments of glad grace

you test your lipgloss on spencer; he loves you.

a/n: hey so this request made me go crazy. um this is the result of me rereading yeats' poems and listening to my love song playlist and buying the new nyx ligloss yesterday dont judge me

cw: slightly suggestive, established relationship, reader has she/her pronouns, referred to as a girl, title from when you are old by WB Yeats

wc: 1.5k

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(reblogs are the only way to promote fics on tumblr! please reblog if you enjoyed it :) )

The package is cold in your hands, thin and flat as you thank the deliveryman, shutting the door behind you. The familiar excitement of getting something new zips up your spine, and you hurry into the living room.

Spencer is curled up on the couch, your battered copy of The Collected Poems of W B Yeats in his hands. He raises his head as you come in. 

“Spence, look!” He cocks his head to the side. 

“You got a package!” He’s happy, but it’s clear he doesn’t understand the mischievous tone in your voice. 

“It’s that new lipgloss I ordered.”

“The one that Emily told you about? That’s good, you were really excited about it.” He lowers the book, watching you search through the cluttered contents of the coffee table. 

“The box cutter’s there- to your right, next to the candle- yeah.” You straighten up, flashing him a grateful smile before settling on the couch next to him.

Pulling your feet up on the couch under you, you brandish the box cutter dramatically, giggling at the worried yelp that elicits from Spencer. 

With a touch more precaution, you bring the blade down to the tape on the package, slicing carefully before retracting the sharp edge. 

Spencer leans in, his hand coming down to rest on your back as he watches you fold open the flaps of the box. You reach in, pulling out the reddish-brown tube with a grin. 

“Oh, it’s nice! I was worried the shade wouldn’t be right, but I think this suits me, don’t you think?” You hold it up to your face, turning to Spencer.

His eyes soften, dark pupils melting into the brown of his irises.

“I think that’s great, angel. Are you going to try it on?”

You hop up, heading to the bathroom. Even without looking, you know Spencer has risen with you, following behind you faithfully. 

He can’t resist watching the way you focus when you apply makeup, a tidbit you know from when he spilled it drunkenly after the last time the team went out for drinks.

Leaning over the sink, you twist open the product, pulling out the applicator and swiping it carefully across your lips. 

If your eyes were to stray a little higher than where they’re trained on your lips, you’d see Spencer, hands twitching to hold your waist or hip as he watches you intently, the adoration he holds for you clear in his eyes.

Once finished, you pull back, recapping the tub and setting it down. You spin, facing him with a smile.

“What do you think?” 

Spencer reaches for you immediately. His hand reaching forward to rest on your waist, he leans toward you, the thumb of his other hand rising to wipe just under your bottom lip. His voice is emphatic, reverent.

“It’s perfect, pretty girl.” It sends a shiver down your spine to hear his low tone. You have to distract yourself so as to not drag him to your bedroom immediately. 

Turning your face to gaze at the tube on the counter, you muse softly. 

“Y’know, this gloss is advertised as super longlasting. The colour’s supposed to stay for 8 hours, even after it’s not shiny anymore.”

He hums in response, seemingly content to stand there watching you.

“Do you think we should test it out?”

His brows furrow, the wrinkle that forms between them looking achingly kissable.

“Test the longevity? How are you going to do that?” 

You can’t help yourself, a playful smile spreading across your face as you take his hand, tugging him back into the living room.

“Sit, please?”

He frowns, but does as you say, leaning against the back of the couch as he watches you. 

“Do you want to help me with my experiment, Spence?”

“Help you?”

You move forward, perching on his lap so you can look down at him, mischief glimmering in your eyes. Leaning down, you press your lips to his cheek once, looking at the mark left on his skin with satisfaction.

“Yeah. If you could help me see how long the colour lasts? I figured, you’re the science guy… But if you don’t want to, I guess that’s okay.” 

You move as if to shift off his thighs, but his hands come up to grip your waist, holding you there. 

“No, no I can… I can help. Yeah, I’ll help. You just want to kiss me?” His eyes are large, doe-like as he gazes up at you.

“Yeah. You can read the book while I do, it’s okay.” He shakes his head fervently, almost pulling a laugh out of you. 

“No, I don’t need to read. Go ahead.” You spring into action at his words, leaning down to begin pressing kisses to the curve of his cheekbone, his jaw, the bridge of his nose.

“So, are you liking the Yeats poems? I want to know what you thought, Spence.” You murmur against the skin of his temple, grinning wolfishly when you feel him shiver.

“Yeah, I’m really- really liking it. It’s a really interesting perspective on the fight for Irish independence. Like, um, An Irish Airman Foresees His Death, it was really, uh, interesting.” He’s far less eloquent than usual, a hand coming up to tangle its fingers in your hair as he struggles to get his thoughts out. 

“Yeah? What else did you like about them?” You run out of space on his face, and the marks have only just begun to be less pigmented. What else is there to do but to move down to the coloumn of his throat?

His breath hitches at the feeling of your lips moulding to the sensitive skin there.

“I also liked the ones about Maud Gonne. Like…” You hum, prompting him to continue.

“Uh, like Her Praise. ‘She is foremost of those that I would hear praised.’. Made me- fuck- made me think of you.” 

How easily he can reduce you to your barest emotions. You feel that all-too-familiar burst of affection in your heart, pulling back so you can see his face.

“Really?” 

He seems to regain some of his composure, although his face is still radiating heat, the skin of his cheeks and neck flushing to match the marks you’ve left on him.

“Really. Um, ‘If there be rags enough he will know her name, and be well pleased remembering it,���. I agree with him, ‘her praise should be the uppermost theme.’ I think you deserve praise from everyone who knows you. I can’t believe there’s anything else worth talking about.” 

His voice is heartachingly sincere, and you can feel your face begin to blush to match his. 

“Spence…” 

It’s too much to look him in the eye, and you have to bury your face in your hands to contain the feelings threatening to burst out of your chest.

He laughs, voice slightly raspy from want. Large fingers grip your wrists, pulling them away from your face.

“Look at me, honey.” You do so, meeting his gaze.

“You finished with your experiment?” His low tone rolls over you like a cresting wave. 

“I- yeah. I think that was enough.” 

He smiles, saccharine with a tinge of longing. 

“Can I kiss you this time?” You nod, wordless. 

He leans in slowly, until it feels like your eyelashes should meet his. Eyes flutter shut, a soft sound of relief leaving you as his lips slot against yours in a way that makes you want to believe in soulmates. 

It’s too chaste, his lips leaving yours so soon that it makes you itch to chase him. But you can’t bring yourself to be irked when your eyes open to the sight of him. 

His smooth skin is peppered with kiss marks, varying in pigmentation as they trail down the expanse of his neck. 

Best of all, his lips are kiss-swollen, marked in a shiny hue that matches yours.

[theoriginallittledarling]

Throwback to when the John Lennon Instagram account (probably Sean) posted this very obvious series of photos captioned by the lyrics to In My Life, making it very clear who the song is about:

[disgracefulthings]

Luo Binghe, sighing: How will I get Shizun to notice me?

Shang Qinghua: Here, I can help

Shang Qinghua, opening the front of Luo Binghe's robes, exposing his chest: There! Now everyone will notice you!

Luo Binghe: But will this get Shizun to listen to my feelings?

Shang Qinghua: ...

Luo Binghe: Shang-shishu?

Shang Qinghua: Huh? Sorry I wasn't paying attention, I was distracted by your tits

[perrigoaway]

WILDLY self indulgent actor Feenie art.. I think maybe Ivy University held a musical and Phoenix managed to land Seymour in Little Shop of Horrors because it doesn't get more theatre kid than that

(Also I was just listening to the soundtrack while I drew)

I let Larry be a good friend even though we don't see him in college, he has the spirt okay? I think he probably liked the weird finale LOL

[thechibilitwick]

yaoi more like wowee

[snazzynewton]

my contribution to MerMay is drawing @vidrith's wonderful fishman Zoro design

Design by @vidrith

fic by @summerofspock

[yantao-enthusiast]

having a crush on the character that the whole fandom wants is soooo embarrassing like yes i want fuckboy mcgee and his penchant for violence like the rest of you, don’t fucking look at me